why are people so horrible? why is it impossible to make yourself and the people you love happy at the same time? why do i continue to let the same people hurt me over and over again?
it seems like if you spend enough time thinking about suicide, it becomes like a tulip bulb in your head, always waiting for the right conditions to sprout fresh. and sometimes you can cut it before it flowers. but i imagine there comes a time when you can't.
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